Bobby Russell - Saturday Morning Confusion Lyrics
Here they come, warming upI hear the pitter patter of littlePeople on the living room rugWoe is me, there goes the tvNow it's Popeye and BlutoBatman and BozoDon't spill the corn flakesThey'll break at lunch breakHome from the officeWhy did I stop toHave a beer with the boysNow my head's 'bout to popIt's a Saturday morning confusionIf you think you can sleep, it's illusionCause you'll probably get a rudeIntrusion from Harry the dogHarry the dog is as big as can beAnd Harry the dog had puppies last weekWe couldn't tell if it's a heOr a she, now we knowIt's a Saturday morning confusionIf I could just get to the bathroomAnd get a cold rag and an aspirinTo help how I feelBut here come the twinsAnd they're screaming at meWhat is the deal and turn off the tvGo ask your mother and quietlyYour daddy is I'llThere he is, cousin JackYou got the leaf rake tooKeep at it till I get it all backHanging round my yardSnooping in my garageI tolerate I'm because he's my cousinHe's nice to the kidsAnd Harry just loves himIt's a Saturday morning confusionAnd if I could just hide in my attic'Cause I can hear my wife yellingTake 'em all to the showI'll take the wholeNeighborhood to the showI'll just walk out in backWhere the money tree growsGrab me a handfulAnd off to the show we'll goIt's a Saturday morning confusionAnd if I could just get a transfusionOr maybe go hide in the bedroomTill five o'clockLet it be known that at five the tvIs gonna be tuned to the game of the weekAnd that goes for dogs and twinsAnd the whole familyIt's a Saturday morning confusionIt's a Saturday morning confusionDay is doneCousin Jack, in his yardCooking steaks on a grillThat I'll never get backThe twins in front of the tvHarry with his famlySis on her date and Mom at the doorSmiles as she surveys the sightFor the first time todayThe kingdom is quietLord, let us thank you for SaturdaysAnd may they remain my friendsCause I work all week longTo keep strong till they're grownAnd next Saturday thenWe'll do it againHere they come, warming upI hear the pitter patter of littlePeople on the living room rugWoe is me, there goes the tv...
